I am not a performer, but I think of myself as a Capital Fringe veteran. 2006, the summer of the first Capital Fringe — our unjuried and aesthetically unreliable but gloriously democratic performing arts festival, open to anyone who can fill out some forms and cough up a relatively modest enrollment fee — was my first as a resident of the District. I had a part-time job at the Studio Theatre that year, which I’d gotten as a result of having come to Studio in the employ of a performer who’d done a show there the prior spring. But I was only just becoming a theater person, an interest that would deepen as I began to cover theater for DCist, may it rest in power, in 2007. My first Washington Paper City cover story was about the fifth Captial Fringe, in 2010.
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